Harry Potter Down Under

Just some chapter (40)

I'm gonna skip around a lot. Like, do you really need to know EVERYTHING that happens? No. The answer is no.

In the dorms, Harry laid the parcel on his bed, Ron hovering over his shoulder excitedly.

"Wow," Ron sighed as the broomstick rolled onto the bedspread. It truely was beautiful. The handle was mahogany that was sleek and shiny. It had a long tail of neat and straight twigs. The lable "Nimbus Two Thousand" was written in gold near the top.

"I wish Frisk would've behaved so they could see it."

"Why do you always call her "they" or "them"?"

"Because Frisk is somewhat gender fluid. They stopped bugging people people about mis-gendering them here because it just got Frisk frustrated."

"...oh."

As seven o'clock came around, Harry headed out to the Quidditch Field. He'd never been to the field, but Frisk had shown him pictures from her first year. It was a picture of a match between Slythering and Ravenclaw. Possibly. I can't remember though.

"Idiot."

Shut up.

As promised, Harry and Frisk would send letters every two weeks. They sent pictures of them with there friends. Harry, Ron, and (sometimes) Hermione would take a picture of themselves after different classes. Frisk and her friend became closer and closer until they were nearly inseparable. It was almost impossible to imagine that at one point Frisk had despised the girl. Maybe it was because he was so busy between Quidditch practice three times a week on top of the homework ("Not that he has much trouble with it) but Harry could barely believe it when he realized it had already been two months.

Back home, the fridges of the Dreemurrs and the skelebros were covered with pictures, which had the date on the back. Hallow's eve (Halloween or whatever you wanna call it) would be lonely this year for them. Sans doesn't have a reason to get into costume, but Papyrus would. Though, the tall skeledude was to old for the trick or treating, but he handed out candy to the monster children that came around dressed as whatever they fear most. Sans, sitting on the couch and surfing the tv channels, heard screeches from Papy every once and a while and chuckled.

Sans would look at a couple costumes when Papy was impressed by it. One child dressed as a scarecrow, the mask stitched to look like a sewn on face. One was himself only with grey makeup that spooked Sans a little bit to much. He had to admit whoever did the makeup was a pro at making somebody look like they were melting. Finally, the last monster of the night. The little boy wore black gloves and a striped red and orange sweater. Their pantlegs fell to over there ankles and they wore shoes despite them looking extremely uncomfortable over what Sans knew to be wolf-like paws. On his head was a hand-stitched hat that resembled that looked familiar, but he couldn't remember why.

"Oh, and what are you?"

"I went as what I fear most!" The kid smiled, the pale face paint restricting movement of his cheeks. "A human!"